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Post by Brendan Reid on Mar 3, 2010 1:41:31 GMT
Brendan shook his head, shrugging his heavily clothed shoulders.
"Naw. I doubt that, man. I-I mean, when I met her.. She was pretty love sick over this guy. And things like that dont normally change overnight. And now that hes back, I dont have a snowballs chance in hell, Ill tell you that. She wouldnt date me there for like.. a few days because this guy was around. I cant even get in my car anymore, man. Its got half my tuxedo in there from our first date. I got the scar on my foot." He smiled a bit, feeling like laughing through the pain.
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Post by Kit Livingston on Mar 3, 2010 1:50:09 GMT
Kit shrugged again, the town coming into site as he moved the car around, looking for a place which advertised parking somewhere near the center. "And you're sure that this guy likes her back...?" he asked. It seemed such a simple question, but he wondered if Brendan had even considered it. "It hurts now, but it'll get better, it always does. Trust me, I've seen this all a thousand times. And every time it hurts just as much...." he said, feeling truly sorry for Brendan. [/font] |
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Post by Brendan Reid on Mar 3, 2010 2:02:57 GMT
Brendan shrugged. "I really dont know. She could turn Brax straight, Ill tell you that. Shes got mad powers, man." He joked.
"But on a serious note, Im guessing he does. He acted like I was gonna eat her when we met. Hes very.. clownish. Tries to scare people for no reason but to scare you and say he did. And it wont work on me. Im only scared of like.. mice. Theyre creepy, man. They live in the walls and.. ew!"
He shuddered.
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Post by Kit Livingston on Mar 3, 2010 2:11:51 GMT
Kit laughed lightly, pulling himself into the packing space and jumping out the car. "Sounds pretty scary to me, my friend," he said, shaking his head. "Then again, Diane's pretty scary..." he mumbled, a little more truth in his sentence then he'd wanted. The only time he'd really seen her was when she was attacking him, so he was entitled to find her terrifying. |
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Post by Brendan Reid on Mar 3, 2010 2:27:14 GMT
Brendan shrugged. "When shes possessed, yeah. Shes scarry as hell.." He said, climbing out of the car. He pulled his pant let up, rubbing the wound gently.
"Man, this hurts. Dont stab yourself." He said, nodding slowly, sitting down on the pavement. "Is my booksack in there?"
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Post by Kit Livingston on Mar 3, 2010 16:34:12 GMT
Kit turned quite quiet; it was one thing to remind yourself of something terrible, but another to hear someone else talking about it. He wasn't quite at the stage where he could just shrug it off yet, nor was he bad enough to go around refusing to acknowledge it ever happened, though.
He pulled out the bag from the backseat, putting it onto his own back since it would be a lot easier for both of them that way. He stood over Brendan, offering him his hand to get back up so they could start their way to the music shop.
He looked around himself slowly, a small smile on his lips, "Hey, I never noticed before..." he spoke finally, finding distraction. "We're too far out for the school's translator..." he said, pointing to the billboards with strange lettering written all over. |
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Post by Brendan Reid on Mar 3, 2010 16:47:53 GMT
Brendan pulled himself up, following Kit slowly. And something about his words seemed to stick.
"Kit!" He screamed, then lowered his voice. "Kit, Diane thinks Im dead.. See?"
He pulled out his phone, scrolling through the messages he hadnt bothered to delete.
Hes dead.. Diane, I think hes dead.. read the outgoing message.
"And thats when I died. A-and she must have started texting Braxton and he got mad or something. Kit, she thinks Im dead!"
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Post by Kit Livingston on Mar 3, 2010 16:55:45 GMT
Kit looked down at him, looking at the phone and then back to Brendan, his mouth open in shock. "Well, you've got to tell her!" he said suddenly, feeling like it was more important than formalities. He remembered hearing about the 'Romeo and Juliet' incident at the school, and could only hope that Diane had the common sense not to repeat it. "Brendan, call her now!" he told him, stopping in his tracks. |
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Post by Brendan Reid on Mar 3, 2010 17:25:26 GMT
Brendan nearly ran into him. "I did. I got her voicemail. I think her phones off. Maybe I should try again?"
He unlocked his phone, going back to the home screen and dialing her number quickly. He listened to each ring, his heart slowing to a near stop.
What if she doent answer? What if she doe? What if she thinks Im Braxton? What if she doesnt believe me? He thought, his teeth bared down into his lip. What if she just doesnt want to talk to me?
He looked up helplessly at Kit, not sure what to do, say, or think. All he knew is their relationship probably depended on this phone call.
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Post by "Bexi" Leggert on Mar 4, 2010 1:11:11 GMT
Bexi frowned. What was that faint buzzing sound? She put down her hairbrush slowly, moving around the room to search for the noise.
She bent down, finding a silver phone flashing to life as it vibrated along the carpet. She picked it up slowly, seeing the screen flashing Brendan's name in big letters. She clicked the button and put it to her ear, "Hey Brenny, it's Bexi; Diane's left her phone here by accident. Whatcha after?" she said as cheerily as ever. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Brendan Reid on Mar 4, 2010 2:08:10 GMT
Brendan laughed a bit. Brenny. That old nickname brought back memories.
"Hey, Bex. Uhh.. Just calling to tell Diane Im not dead.. But my dunce of a brother is sure to be, soon. And that Im okay. Im not sick anymore.." He didnt quite know how to put the fact that the voice was gone into words. But he tried. He looked at Kit, a sad look on his face.
"Its Bexi." He mouthed to him.
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Post by "Bexi" Leggert on Mar 4, 2010 4:04:21 GMT
Bexi laughed, picking herself up off the floor, glad to hear that Brendan seemed in a slightly better mood than he had seemed before. "Yeah, wait, Diane thought you were dead? How the hell'd that happen, I thought she was texting Braxto- OH, that's why you wanna kill him, gotcha," she said, answering her own questioning with a small nod.
"So, I'm heading down to Diane's room to drop off her phone, wanna stay on the line or for her to call you back?" she asked, a rustling sound in the background as she got together her things.
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Kit looked at Brendan questioningly, but patient all the same. He just wanted to make sure that everything was all right. 'Bexi?' he mouthed back with a slight confusion. He didn't know who she was, but she was obviously connected to Diane some way. |
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Post by Brendan Reid on Mar 4, 2010 4:10:29 GMT
Brendan shook his head, then realized she couldnt see him.
"No, thanks, Bexi. I-Ill talk to her later. I.. Im gonna be leaving in a few days. Going back to see my dad. Just.. Dont even bother telling her I called. Ill talk to you later, Bexi.." He mumbled, all his hope gone. He wondered vaugely if he would ever come back to FMS, would ever feel the need to return to the heartache.
"Thanks.."
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Post by Kit Livingston on Mar 4, 2010 14:38:34 GMT
"OK!" Kit could hear the girl saying hyperly down the phone before it went to dial tone. He frowned. How could she not see that this was tearing Brendan apart?
"Hey, it'll be alright..." Kit tried to comfort him, putting a hand on his shoulder awkwardly, not sure what else to do. "These things just sometimes happen, Brendan." he told him with a shrug. He knew there was no mending a broken heart with anything but time, so it was important to distract him while the pain was the worst. "Come on, lets get you that guitar...." he suggested. |
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Post by Brendan Reid on Mar 6, 2010 22:08:37 GMT
"I dont want a guitar. Not anymore." He said, throwing his phone down. It smashed into a million pieces, just like his heart.
"CHEATING, LYING, GOOD FOR NOTHING BITCH!" He screamed, storming off in the other direction. "STUPID FUCKING WHORE!"
And little did anyone know, hed take that feeling to the grave. At least, part of it. The anger would never leave. The distrust would never leave. He would never be okay again.
-fin.-
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